2021-03-23 20:56:24
No matter how dark the night,
the sun will rise and with it light,
The streets will fill again,
And our eyes will show joy, not pain.
Bars will thrive with life,
Wine and spirits will flow like the Nile
kisses shared between husband and wife,
The world will rejoice from pole to pole
The flu will pass,
Albeit with a number of hearse,
in the tight grip of deathly circumstance,
We'll neither cry loud nor wince.
It matters not the pain we face,
Like all else, promised is the last phase,
and together, the pandemic end we'll cheer,
A toast will dedicate, to the dead so dear.
To their departed souls, we'll pour libation,
and their lives we'll remember in celebration,
Their memories forever etched in our hearts,
And their portraits displayed in our huts.
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